The Quarter Map

The completed quarter map (photo by Linda Horton)

Mom leaves me pennies. I’ve found hundreds of them since she died two years ago, but that’s a story for another day. Now Dad, he leaves me quarters — not as often as Mom, but I know they are from him. In fact, I found one in the grass today.

The first quarter I found was the day after Dad’s funeral. Walking with a busy crowd on State Street, it called my name. I picked it up and put it in a special place in my wallet. I don’t know how…